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They tore down an eyesore in less than an hour |
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And the dust rose like the Eye of God in a chemical flower. |
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That broken space is my broken offering. |
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The snaking headlamps on the black epitaph reads |
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"Once you're gone, you don't ever come back". |
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The pouring rain is filling in the graves. |
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So we cast a rose and its thorns as a building blueprint is drawn. |
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Bicycle stalemates sit chained to railings |
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Mismatched patterns of oxidized marriages |
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And rattled bones still turning house to home. |
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Summer gushes with brand new haircuts |
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Pinstripe tuxes on playground portraits |
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The scaffolding set for the last one left. |
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I'm gonna get my feet wet. |
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Dance with your whirlwind wedding dress. |
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Be the last one left. |
